Given that many of my most outstanding life experiences come from this small city-state, my second post on this blog must be a dedication to this most interesting corner of the world.
Singapore, as Wikipedia will tell you, is a small island nation off the bottom of Malaysia. The climate is tropical, it has amazing food and it is one of the wealthiest nations in South-East Asia. The night-safari is a must.
Those who have never truly experienced Singapore describe it as clean and sterile; efficient but soulless. Most would certainly never think of it as cool.
But it’s very cool.
Singapore is fast becoming a billionaire’s playground. Low-tax, high-end shopping, a variety of places to park your jet, super safe; suddenly a weekend in Dubai seems less appealing.
But it’s more than just the influx of cash. Singapore is a hotpot of transient people and cultures. It is one of the world’s true international places, where those who struggle to answer the question ‘So where are you from?’ finally feel at home. The banker from Sweden mixes freely with the trainee lawyer from the UK. French engineers fly in for 2 months to work on Boeing engines. There is a willingness to make new friends that exists only in such international communities.
Every night is a new party. Whether it be Wednesday’s Ladies’ Night or Friday’s post 80-hour week drinks, the bottles are poured, table service a must for any self-respecting party-attender. 4-figure receipts don’t merit a blink. Anything less than Moët isn’t champagne (and for heaven’s sake don’t brag about Moët, it’s only the status quo).
Singapore is a hidden treasure, a secret guarded by its worldly inhabitants and understood only by those who have truly experienced it.